I’m not sure what materials and construct are used by the bikini makers for soccer WAG Ludivine Sagna, but they have to be using some space age polymers (whatever that means) to bear the tensile strength of those oustanding mammma jammas. I’m not into the science of wardrobing so much as I am into the science of the sextastic, and Ludivine continues her busty brunette bikini show of shows in Miami this week with her dumb soccer husband somewhere we could care less about.
Every time Ludivine exits the water, the ocean cries another salty tear. As would I. Were I Neptune, I’d generate a tide that kept her in my clutches, and then I’d do some things with my firm, but gentle trident I can’t talk about on here because this is a family friendly site. Suffice it to say, there would be froth. Enjoy.